Because it’s never too late for 90210

I think we’ve already established that I’m usually a day late and a dollar short when it comes to just about anything pop culture. So it’s no surprise that I missed what yesterday was:

90210 Day!

(Get it? 9.02.10? Get it?)

And I’m not talking about Aunt Becky’s 90210, though I suppose technically it would apply. But I’m talking about the “2, 4, 6, 8, Donna Martin graduate!” 90210. The real one. The classic.

So, even though it’s a day late, go ahead and celebrate your favorite teen soap. I hear the Peach Pit After Dark is the place to be tonight.

It’s what Dylan McKay would have wanted. If he ever admitted to wanting anything.

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Date, Dump, Marry*: LOST Edition

*Or, fuck, marry, throw off a cliff – I suppose it depends on how strongly you feel.

I know that you may not all feel as strongly about the LOST series finale as I do. And that’s understandable. Before I started watching (and caught up on 5 seasons, plus a few season six episodes, in 2 weeks), I didn’t get the appeal. But now, well, addicted is a good word for it.

So, in honor of the finale this Sunday, I bring you a few characters from the show, and you decide who you want to date, dump, or marry (my answers are at the bottom).

*All photos are taken from these two lists. I may not agree with the order, but I love the idea.

Group 1:

Sawyer

Desmond

Boone

Group 2:

Charles Widmore

Ben Linus

Locke

Group 3:

Kate

Juliet

Penny

Group 4:

Eloise Hawking

Zoe

Rose

For me: 1) Toss Boone, “date” Desmond, and marry Sawyer. In a heartbeat. 2) Toss Ben, date Locke, marry Widmore. 3) (Did you think I’d skip the ladies?) Marry Penny, toss Juliet, date Kate. 4) Toss Zoe (could not STAND her), date Eloise, marry Rose.

Thoughts? Is anyone else as excited for the finale as I am?

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Matters of size and comfort

Just quick note: you guys were great at coming up with your six words. I definitely didn’t think of mine that fast.

Now:

The other night at the gym I had Gilmore Girls on, and one of their conversations caught my attention.

Lorelei: You know what they say – never date a guy with a single bed.
Luke: Who says that? Why?
Lorelei: Everyone! A single bed indicates a fear of commitment. It says there’s no room for any one else in this life!
Luke: No, it says there’s no room for anyone else in this bed.
Lorelei: That’s not much better, is it?

Personally, I haven’t (knowingly) dated a single bedder since college – when we lived in dorms. It hasn’t been completely intentional; it just so happens that most people, when they live on their own, tend to buy adult-size furniture.

There are always exceptions, though. Like the friend of a friend who swears up and down that his single bed doesn’t say anything at all about commitment or lack of room.

“Why can’t it just say that I like to cuddle?“

Of course, he only asked that after we were ragging on him for a while.

Like I said, I haven’t recently dated a single bedder, but I can’t imagine sleepovers going well. I like cuddling as much as the next girl, but I also need to have my own side, should I want to spread out or flail. Plus, you know,  if the hug and roll comes into play in a single bed, someone’s landing on the floor.

But what do you think? Does size matter here? Are single beds a turn-off?

Or are they just impractical for sharing, unless you’re cuddly sleepers?

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“The laws in St. Olaf are very stringent. Their motto is ‘Use a gun, go apologize.’”

Yesterday as I was perusing Jezebel, I saw a very exciting piece of news:

Betty White Says Yes To Saturday Night Live

Finally!

The campaign to get her on the show has been in full force since her stellar Super Bowl Snickers commercial:

And I say it’s about time. I’ve loved Betty White since I was a kid, watching Golden Girls with my Mamie.

Dorothy and Sophia had that dry humor, that cutting wit. Blanche was a little (or a lot) on the inappropriate side, which, thankfully, went over my head most of the time. But Rose was always the unintentionally funny, clueless, yet completely genuine one.

And, really, how many people would recognize St. Olaf without her?

I can’t wait to see what she comes up with on SNL. I’m imagining something epic.

But no pressure, Betty. No pressure at all…

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I’m on a horse

I’m sure you’ve seen some of the new Old Spice commercials manmercials by now. And, while it’s entirely possible that I’m just easily amused, I find them quite entertaining.

“It’s an oyster with two tickets to that thing you love.”

Now, I’m not saying that I’m going to start buying Old Spice (it’s what you want your man to smell like, not what I want to smell like – duh), but I wouldn’t be opposed to a few more appearances like this.

Marketing at its finest. Heeya!

Happy Friday!

Jezebel also has an interesting piece on The Man Your Man Could Smell Like – and how he came up with the idea in the first place. I need more voicemails like that one.

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Revelation…and explanation

First off, the answers from Friday’s game:

3. I have 4 nieces and nephews, via half siblings. One of the nephews is older than my brother – his uncle.

True. My dad has three kids from his first marriage, and two of them have two kids each. So that’s four nieces and nephews, who range in age from 13 to 22. My brother is 21.

1. My Mamie (grandmother) entered me in one of those baby beauty pageants (not that link, but like it) when she was watching me for a long weekend. My parents were not pleased and I obviously did not continue with the competition. Not that I had any say (or cared) one way or the other.

False. Although, after I wrote it, I did have to verify with my mother that Mamie never pulled any shenanigans like that. Because it’s very much like something she would have done.

2. I once got lost in a department store and had a 10+ minute conversation with a mannequin, before security found me. (In my defense, I was 4, and my favorite TV show was Today’s Special.)

Too true. Let me ‘splain…

Most people hoped that this one was true; one also commented that ten minutes is a long time to have a conversation with an inanimate object. I’m pretty sure that my four-year-old self wasn’t too concerned with getting a response – it was enough to have found a familiar face. (Remember: favorite TV show.)

Cast of Today's Special - not that the mannequin looked like any of these...

The mannequin in question belonged to Bon-Ton, one of the department stores in Watertown, NY (or, as I called it, middle of nowhere), where my grandparents lived. While we were all out shopping one afternoon, my mom told me to go see my Grandma Millie. She thought I knew that Grandma was just across the aisle, looking at another display.

I knew no such thing.

Note: department stores are HUGE to four-year-olds. Especially when you’re so small that you can still fit under the racks of clothes. The way Mama tells it, when she realized that I’d never made it over to Grandma (which took them both a little while), they went looking for me – naturally. Eventually, they were stopped by a security guard.

“Excuse me, are you looking for a little girl?“

“Yes! Have you seen her?“

“Um, yes. She’s over there talking to a mannequin.“

I think that one of my favorite parts of the story is that my mom didn’t question that it was her little girl talking to the mannequin. She knew.

I imagine that, given my childhood track record of getting lost, if I were a child today, Mama would invest in one of those kid-leashes. I always thought they looked absurd, but if I have kids like me, they might be a necessity.

That, or a GPS chip. Whatever works.

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